The Book of Everlasting Life

Chapter Twenty

Olympas' life from the beginning was truly traumatizing. Some how, the little guy always persevered through every trail, every tribulation, every curveball thrown down his path. And he did so, relentlessly. How he's dealt with and overcame his past is a sole shaper for the gentleman he is today. But, how his past has effected him is also a big portion of that.

Olympas never truly accepted the things that occurred in his past, he just sort've dealt with it. And by dealing with it, means allowing it, and praying for this too to past.

Whilst, there isn't a thing wrong with that, but there isn't much correct about it either. Could you truly place blame upon him? He was only doing what he knew how to express fully which wasn't much.

Like said before, things did not really shake, bend, or break Olympas, truly. Well, except for one thing.

Leaving the Olympas that was before traumatized, birthing a new Olympas whom we've all grown to know.

It began the summer of '99. In West Philadelphia, he resided with his aunt now for a total of six years. She'd been wanting him since her sister gave birth to him, ceasing to exist in labor. But, a lovely couple had already caught the bid while his mother was in her second trimester. She was terribly sick, and pregnant with young Olympas. The couple wanted to adopt Olympas, and they surely did. Sadly, half a decade later they were killed in a fatal vehicular accident. Causing Olympas to be warded by law to his lighthearted aunt. He truly loved his aunt. He still does to this very day, he looks up to her as a motherly figure. Goes as far as to calling her of that nature. He was in gradeschool, when his aunt introduced her to Coach Morgan Jennings.

An AAU Basketball coach of a decade and a half. Olympas had been playing since he was five with his adoptive parents on a little league. His aunt made it her priority to keep that up. He was damn good, better than good, he was amazing. He played on the team for his zoned junior high school with the upper class-men. During a game, Coach attended one to scout a few players for his AAU team. Whilst Olympas' aunt cheered on her nephew, the coach could not help but to hear it. The two began talking, and by the end of the game he was on the team without even properly meeting the coach or giving his name.

From that point on, the two became inseparable. The coach saw something within Olympas. Often categorized him as a favorite. His aunt and him lived pretty poor but, that never got in the way of him getting new shoes, and all the uniforms. Anything Olympas wanted, the coach had it. Even private practices with just the two of them, where Olympas grew more on him. The coach did too. He learned that he had a son around his age but he lived with his mother on the other side of the state.

Tournament after tournament, Olympas paved the way for them to make it to the championship. He was the golden player who tried to play himself like the underdog. He never wanted Adonis or his other teammates to feel as if they were small. Olympas was the best shooting guard in the state at his caliber.

That is when the coach awarded him the nickname of "The Magic Touch". He liked it very much, but he knew not the meaning of such.

After a good year, the summer of the new millennium had arrived. The coach and Olympas' bond was tighter than white upon rice. The coach felt like a father figure to him, and sometimes Olympas would call him Dad and he really admired it.

The coach ultimately wanted to reward Olympas for all his hard work, long nights, early mornings, and determination.

He thought a summer vacation would suffice. For this event here would open Olympas' eyes. 

"I'll be sure to have him back by next weekend Morena, or I'll cut him off and ship him to you myself!"

The coach and Olympas' aunt shared a heart filled laugh, whilst Olympas waltzed down the stairs with his duffle bag. He was overly excited. He'd never been out on a real vacation before, well since the last one that resulted in his parents death.